Our relationship with the dead/our ancestors is so infected with fear it is almost entirely broken.
The dead are the collective unconscious/God. Yet most of us are terrified of the deceased, asking God to protect us from them.
Or better yet, religious institutions that exist to create a middleman between ourselves and God.
So we are either asking God to protect us from God, or we are asking other humans to protect us from God for a price/tithe.
I see how comically screwed up this is, but translating it for peeps that have never questioned their programming is hard!!
I would have spent a half hour, at least, making sure nothing blew up for real.
I tend to incorporate real noises into my dreams so an alarm becomes a siren and stuff like that.๐
Interpretation? Watch out for scary unintended consequences of small words/actions today?๐ฌ๐คทโโ๏ธ
Sounds like a 'tread gently' kind of warning to me.
I've been on both sides of this many times. Either clinging to a broken relationship, or being desperately clung to when I needed to move on.
Both feel horrible in different ways.
Staying with someone just to avoid hurting them is not a kindness. When I did that, it was a form of cowardice. Not wanting to be the bad guy. But I was preventing them from moving on and perhaps from finding someone who valued them in ways I did not.
I feel like this is true of the relationships I clung to as well. I made the relationship a resented obligation rather than a source of comfort and affection.
When the core feelings have died the only smart and kind thing to do is to make a clean break. I wish I'd figured this out before I damaged myself and others so much.
Hindsight is 20/20.
This man's delivery is sublime! I lost it when he shifted into the Gollum voice.
There are ways to turn a chuck roast into little steaks that are tender but it requires a different cut and a lot of prep that this kid did not do.
Times are hard and groceries are crazy expensive. But ask someone that didn't start cooking yesterday about any 'hacks' that look too good to be true. ๐
Google any cut of meat you plan to buy for prep tips.
It does if it is stuck many times a day for years. Once again, it is not just a matter of having a quirk, but having it to such an extreme that it is debilitating and overwhelming.
It's like saying OCD isn't real because everyone experiences uncertainty if they locked their door sometimes, meanwhile the dude who is OCD and has to lock/unlock their door 17 times in a pattern every time they open it can only stare at them nonplussed.
Are you really a licensed therapist?
I kinda hope not.
I agree.
The confusion is in what constitutes 'honesty' because many self-absorbed people will defend spouting their most callous and biased opinions with the words, "I'm just being honest!"
Even when they are asserting facts, they are doing so in the most abrasive way possible and often when it is completely unnecessary. So they are convinced that their pettiness IS honesty and they do not want to be corrected. This gives a partner with a shred of self-respect little choice but to end the relationship.
@mazst@raptor4916@ThePurpIeKnight Those do not contradict the original UK meaning of flapjack being a pancake and later changing to the oat/granola version.
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@ThePurpIeKnight Brits changed the meaning to flat granola bars sometime in the 1900s. Probably to irritate Americans in return for us rejecting the metric system. ๐คฃ